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He threw out the handkerchief he had just used before he closed the door. It fell in front of Gloria, soaking in the rain. Gloria picked it up and gripped it in her hand. The car started and drove into Alpha's villa at the Black Thorn Pack. Then, the iron gates of the villa shut in front of Gloria. Gloria's face drained of color as she stared at the shuttered gates. Gloria was in agony since her mate had just rejected her. The remaining Alpha aura still lingered, suffocating her. Patrick was her mate. However, she could feel the hatred from his aura and he would prefer Gloria to die instead of Gabrielle. Gloria's wolf screamed in her head, "We need Patrick. Go beg him, and let go of your pride. Damn you, Gloria, go beg for his forgiveness!" After a while, Gloria looked up again. She walked toward the square, determined. She stood in the middle of the square, ignoring the cold rain. She pressed her lips together stubbornly. As Alpha's daughter from the Silver Spring Pack, Gloria had her pride. "I don't need his forgiveness, I did nothing wrong," Gloria said to her wolf, ignoring her curses. Gabrielle was her friend. Gloria only wanted a few minutes to explain everything to Patrick. Gloria's shirt was shattered and could barely cover her body. She folded her arms across her breast, still keeping her back straight. She would always hold her head high, for she was the daughter of Alpha. Gloria stood in the square stubbornly, only for a chance to explain herself. She was innocent, and she wouldn't take the blame. But, would she get the chance? Would anyone believe what she had to say? The rain grew heavier and continued through the night. It kept raining till the next morning. Gloria stood there. The rain had soaked her clothes, and she had been standing there all night. The square was deadly still. Someone showed up, after all. Damon walked out of Patrick's villa under a black umbrella, his hair brown. The shuttered gates let out a creaking sound and opened slowly. Gloria heard the sound and tried to raise her head. She looked at Damon standing in front of the iron gates and forced a smile. "Miss Carter, Alpha Patrick asked you to leave the Black Thorn Pack." Damon had his hair combed meticulously, so, even on a rainy day, it still looked neat, just like those carefully trimmed trees in Patrick's garden. Damon threw a piece of clothing at Gloria. Gloria trembled to put on the clothes with her soaked hand. Her lips looked pale. Her voice was hoarse but firm. "I want to see him." Damon repeated Patrick's words without even looking up. "Miss Carter, Alpha Patrick said that your presence had ruined the view here. And he didn't want you to ruin his mood too." Gloria had never shown a trace of fear after the incident. But she found it hard to go on like this anymore. Her trembling shoulders gave her out. Gloria closed her eyes, letting the rain wash her tears away. Gloria opened her eyes again as Damon gazed at her with a poker face. She raised her head and said, "Damon, believe me or not, I did not pay those rogues to hurt Gabrielle, and I will not take the blame." Gloria articulated each word, though exhausted. She might have lowered her head for a moment, but she was a proud woman. Damon frowned, as he finally responded with something other than disdain. He looked at Gloria resentfully and said, "Gabrielle is my younger sister. She had always been a sweet girl. She had never been to a pub and never gone alone into the Shadow Forest. But then, she was found raped and killed on the other side of the forest, where the rogues lingered. "Miss Carter, we checked Gabrielle's phone. Before the incident, she called you and sent you a message. It said, 'I have arrived. Where are you, Gloria?' " Damon's eyes were filled with hatred as he glared at Gloria. He continued, "Miss Carter, you murdered someone and that person was my sister! She is dead, and yet you are here trying to get away from it! You've been badgering Alpha Patrick. But he preferred Gabrielle, not you. You were jealous of Gabrielle and therefore wanted her to disappear. You make me sick!" Gloria was speechless. Gabrielle was Damon's younger sister and Patrick's girlfriend. As for Gloria, she was Patrick's mate who had never been acknowledged. Gabrielle was dead, and Patrick hated Gloria to his very core. "Miss Carter, you should leave," Damon said. "By the way, Alpha Patrick asked me to pass a word to you." Gloria turned to Damon. "Alpha Patrick said, 'It should have been you.'" Gloria's body shook uncontrollably, and a sharp pain shot through her heart. Damon turned around and put on a cold smile. His rigid face looked indifferent and cruel. He hated Gloria because she killed Gabrielle. Gloria shuddered inwardly as she staggered to her feet. Her legs were numb, so she fell back to the ground. She laughed at herself while Patrick's words echoed in her head. "It should have been you." Indeed, that was something Patrick would say. Gloria smiled bitterly. "Gabrielle, you were dead and I became a murderer." Patrick was a tall and slender man. Dressed in a black nightgown, he was standing on the second floor of the villa. He stood barefoot in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Gloria in the rain with frozen eyes. "Alpha Patrick, I've passed your words to Miss Carter." Damon returned to the villa after driving Gloria away. He stood quietly in the doorway of the bedroom."This technology was jointly developed. The patent cannot belong entirely to your side..."Cline slowly looked up only when the topic shifted to him. He looked at Pete, whose face was red with anger from the argument with the Moriarty Group employee.One of Moriarty Group employee saw Pete dared interrupt Cline. He slammed his hand on the table and scolded, "How can you even mention joint development? Our people have been doing all the research for the past three months! And you guys? You couldn't even calculate a single set of data! You still have the nerve to ask for the patent!"The employee was about to continue, but Cline lifted his chin toward Pete. "Name the compensation you want. Just give me the number."Pete knew the Moriarty Group had endless money. He had spent so much effort trying to join this project just for this moment.Seeing Cline had read his mind, Pete stopped hiding his ambition and immediately made an exorbitant demand.
She clicked it open. It was a transfer from Clarissa. She was about to call her when she received a message from Clarissa."Luana, you can't be traveling without money. Don't even think about sending it back; I've already blocked your account."Seeing the message warmed Luana's heart. She replied, "Then I'll pay you back when I make a huge fortune."On the other end, Clarissa saw the reply and smiled slightly, but her eyes were fixed on the file folder on the table, lost in thought.After Albion left, he sent Vivian to return all the personal property Clarissa had previously given back to him.In addition, there were some things specifically left for Luana.Clarissa initially wanted to hand them over directly to Luana, but Albion had said to wait until Luana's wedding day.She thought about it and decided to respect Albion's wishes, so she didn't give them to Luana now.She just took out the bank card Luana had left for her thr
Luana called him "Professor Atkinson" when she was in a good mood, and just "Erasmus" when she was annoyed. He was long used to it.In his opinion, Luana hadn't mastered the fundamental theories. It was impossible for her to produce anything decent.But he reached out and took the sketches anyway. The moment he saw the drawings, his expression froze instantly. A flash of shock and admiration crossed his eyes."You drew this?!"He immediately uncrossed his legs. He stood up abruptly and grabbed Luana's injured arm.Luana gasped in pain. She shoved him away. She held her arm, fighting the ache, and nodded at him.Erasmus stared at Luana in disbelief. He looked back at the sketches. The more he looked, the more impressed he became."I thought that after your sister died, I'd never find anyone with her kind of talent again. I didn't expect you to..."He suddenly remembered how he'd been mocking Luana for being "untalented." He imme
Clarissa was about to say that wouldn't work—she'd already tried it three years ago. Luana cut in, "He knows I'm alive, so he's definitely coming back for me. We can't just sit here playing defense; we need to bait him."Thinking fast, Luana put down her fork. She took out her phone and opened her contacts.She unblocked Mr. Night, logged into Messenger, found his friend request, and accepted it.She stared at his profile picture. After a moment's thought, she started typing."Mr. Night, since you know I'm alive, how about we set up a time to meet and clear things up?"Luana's message was simple and direct—just a request to meet.Knowing Mr. Night, he would definitely guess she was trying to set a trap.But since he was obsessed with her, he would likely agree just for the chance to see her.Luana's plan was clear: If he agreed, she'd call the cops immediately. She figured if they showed up with the police, there wa
Erasmus let out a breath. He looked back at Luana's pale face. When he saw her arm was still bleeding, he frowned slightly."Your old wounds just healed, and now you have a new one. Your luck is truly TERRIBLE. Your life is dramatic enough."Luana was used to his sarcasm. She just covered her wound and kept quiet.Erasmus loosened his grip on the steering wheel. He opened the glove compartment. He took out a small adhesive bandage and handed it to her."Here. Use this patch for now."Luana looked at the wound on her arm. Then she looked at the small bandage he offered. She felt a sudden sense of helplessness."Erasmus, you really are exactly like Dorian."After three months, Luana knew Erasmus was Dorian's student. They didn't just share a similar design style; their personalities were practically identical.Erasmus heard that. He broke into a perfectly symmetrical smile. He said stiffly, "Thanks."Luana rolled her eyes
She bit down with all her might, like a wild animal latching onto prey, causing the man's arm to bleed profusely and his flesh to look ragged and raw."Ouch! It hurts!"The man screamed in pain. He reached up and yanked her hair, trying to pull her off, but she held on tight, biting as if she meant to kill him right there.That man seemed completely unprepared for her fierce resistance. He immediately took the small knife in his hand and stabbed her arm.The moment the sharp blade broke her skin, Luana subconsciously loosened her grip.As soon as she let go, the injured man immediately yanked her hair and pulled her away.He fought through the intense pain and raised his free hand to slap her, but that Mr. Night stopped him.He still didn't say a word. He grabbed Luana's arm and dragged her toward his own car.Luana refused to go with him. She struggled desperately, trying to stall for time until Clarissa returned to the garage







